Chogyam Trungpas Wife Quotes & Sayings

This is most people's reality: As soon as something is perceived, it is named, interpreted, compared with something else, liked, disliked, or called good or bad by the phantom self, the ego. — Eckhart Tolle

Man's way leads to a hopeless end but God's way leads to endless hope, — Ashwin Sanghi

The peculiarity of sculpture is that it creates a three-dimensional object in space. Painting may strive to give on a two-dimensional plane, the illusion of space, but it is space itself as a perceived quantity that becomes the peculiar concern of the sculptor. We may say that for the painter space is a luxury; for the sculptor it is a necessity. — Herbert Read

He knew a lot about his grandparents - and perhaps he feels he's been endowed with abilities to go into people's heads who are long dead - but, to a certain extent, he's making it up. — Jeffrey Eugenides

I paint like an abstract painter everything is inside nothing is meant to be, I take tattoos off a people I take anything that's not necessarily going to be timeless. I want to get across what I feel and I just use the figure because I enjoy the figure. — Jason Shawn Alexander

Violence may be a good focus to organize around, but we have to look at women's lives in our entirety. — Patricia Ireland

Their isolation was communal," he wrote. "They could escape neither their loneliness nor each other. — Wayne Curtis

Everything has been something before. — Alexander McCall Smith

When people say, you know, 'Good teacher,' 'Prophet,' 'Really nice guy' ... this is not how Jesus thought of Himself. So you're left with a challenge in that, which is either Jesus was who he said he was or a complete and utter nut case. You have to make a choice on that. — Bono

You are here to experience life, not to escape from it. — Stuart Wilde

I've got the camera. You got the film?"

Benny shook the baggie until the canisters fell out. "I got the film."

I tossed my head over at Jamie. "What've you got?"

"Passion. Charm. Talent. And an irrepressible desire to charge around a battlefield while I'm being pursued by the dead."

"Okay," I agreed. "If that's all you've got, it'll have to do. — Cherie Priest

Young writers often suppose that style is a garnish for the meat of prose, a sauce by which a dull dish is made palatable. Style has no such entity; it is nondetachable, unfilterable. — William Strunk Jr.